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A poem by harry

I will throw in my box,

The last tick of a grandfather clock,

The skull of a family member,

The final demonic nightmare.

 

I will throw in my box,

The first bite of golden cheese,

A bronze sunset,

Fresh blood on a midnight blue arrow.

 

I will throw in my box,

The final flower from a stone-grey feild,

The first lavender hope of victory,

The first blink of the Illuminate triangle.

 

I will throw in my box,

A drop from a crystal blue lake,

The final silver whisper of death,

The third wish from a genie’s lantern.

 

The box is a cell for demons

it holds deep secrets of the grim reaper

and the weapon of death.

The bewitched bin by Frankie

I will lock in my bin

A gruesome Grinch from Greenland
A jaundiced jaguar from a jelly jungle
Water from the last magical river

I will lock in my bin

A velvet wish from an ancient temple
The last human scream from the Titanic
An emerald eye from a Greek God

I will lock in my bin

A song from a lavender Umpa-loompa
A spiral of nightmares
A dark smile from a cursed chicken

The Magic Box by Mitusha

I had put in my box

An ashen curse of a witch,

A jaundiced chuckle,

A devil grabbing to an angel,

 

I wish I put in my box

The first golden smile of a baby,

The silver glimmer of a star,

The bright beams of the moon.

 

I had put in my box

A revolting reverie of rage,

A joyless laugh,

The first gun shot of war.

 

I wish I put in my box

The rays of sunlight,

A joyful laugh of a baby,

A magic spell.

 

My box is sealed as tight could be

But every time I am close to the box

It opens and my revolting memories flood back…

My box by Cerys

I will put in my box

The start of life and end of death

I will put in my box

A shark’s tooth and a maroon sky

I will put in my box

 A blood moon and silver eclipse

I will put in my box

The last tick tock of the only clock

And the blink of a dead eye

I will put in my box

The scream of the ghost that destroyed everything

A black heart of hers and the hypnotic stare that never ends.

My box is made with bones and painted with blood.

I will lock up my box and never open it again

Although I have temptation

If I open it horrid things will come gushing out

Memories flood me.

THIS IS MY BOX!!!!!

In the grave by kilinda

In the grave I placed

 

A magenta heart stained with envy,

A crimson cry of a dying loved one destined for the raging fires of hell,

The blood of a friend.

 

I wish I had put in

 

The first smile of a baby,

A rainbow from heaven,

A feather from a dove.

 

Much to my regret I put in

 

The blood red howl of a wolf waiting for death,

A ruby curse created by malice,

A burgundy dagger plunging into hope.

 

I wish I had put in

 

A halo form an angel,

A daffodil from Spring,

The jingling bells of Santa’s sleigh.

 

Much to my regret I put in

 

A vengeful laugh,

A fish eating a man,

An echoing silent screen.

 

With all the dark things in the grave

When the time is right, the tomb stone slips

And deep from within

Emerges a thing, ready to strike,

Full of no regret, neither mercy.

 

 

 

I will put in my box by Elle

I will put in my box

a  khaki collar covered in coral

a happy nightmare

and the first golden tear of a baby

 

I will put in my box

a shattered sky of sadness

the last falling leaf of a tree

the last lick of a dog

 

I will put in my box

a gigantic giant jumping

a hypnotic heart hitting a hypocrite

and a sweet tear

 

I shall throw my box into space and I will never see it again. When  I open my box I remember the memories and when they do come back to me I  day-dream about them every day.

I Will Put in the Box by Grace Rockey

I will lock in my box,
silent thunder,
a surgery tear
and a joyless laugh.

I will lock in my box,
ten, terrible, tiny termites,
a tick-tocking tedious town
and a fish trying to find water.

I will lock in my box
a khaki sun,
a heart-throbbing nightmare
and an ear piercing screech of death!